Here's the next one! It's a pretty short and bland one, but you get to meet another character, who's one of my faves on the show! I won't spoil it for you though. Please feel free to enjoy...or dis-enjoy. Whatver you feel like. Just please don't forget to review ^^, it's your way of saying thank you ;).
(Don't own SoN or its Characters. But i wish I did. Shout to Tom Lynch's work. Storyline and extra characters are mine.)
Spencer got off the boat, stretching a little after being cramped in a cargo ship for a few hours.
The place where she sat smelt of rotten fish and pee, which meant so, did her clothes.
She readjusted her duffel bag over her shoulder and walked into the busy streets of London.
Her blonde hair flowed smoothly with the wind, which brought many people to gaze at her beauty. Spencer thought that it would be critical to seek attention at the moment, especially since she was on a hit list. She decided to go down a street and into an alleyway that she was familiar with, where an inn for backpackers and tourists stayed for cheap. Of course it was no fancy place, and toilets and bath houses would be shared. Disliking the fact that she would be sharing public toilets and baths, she sucked in her disgust and entered the inn through a rusty black door.
"Well I'll be damned." A man in his late fifties, said through a barred window across from the entrance door.
He had short curly grey hair and a pot belly protruding from his grey wife beater.
Spencer watched the man put down his newspaper as well as his glasses, and got up from his chair. He walked out from the door that had separated the two, and opened his arms to give the blonde girl a hug.
"Spencer Carlin."
"It's good to see you too, Arthur." She said with a smile and hugged him back.
Arthur had been from the institution where she came from back. He was her group's counsellor at one point, helping the children get through the tough training and making them mentally strong by brainwashing shenanigans. Spencer was always sent there on a daily basis, because she was the most rebellious out of hergroup. Though she was also one of the intelligent and strongest ones in the whole institutione, it's why they kept her around, until now. Both of them developed a strong bonding like father and daughter, but three years ago, he could no longer deal with the guilt of watching kids being put through hell, and decided to quit.
Of course, you couldn't quit. You were in it for life or you were practically dead. Spencer was amazed how he was still alive and breathing to this very day. She wondered how long she could still be alive.
"I haven't seen or heard from you since last year." He pulled back from the hug, and looked deeply and caringly into the young girls, soft blue eyes.
"It has been a while. How have you been?" She asked.
"Oh you know, trying to keep it incognito as usual. Business has been pretty bad, but it beats what I had to do back in..." He sighed and stopped short from finishing his sentence, but Spencer understood what he meant and just nodded.
"So what brings you to London?" He asked.
"Just travelling and sightseeing. Maybe if I'm lucky I could even see the Queen."
Arthur laughed at her response, making his belly jiggle from the action.
"Come on now, Spencer. You don't think you could pass me with a lie like that, do ya?"
This time it was Spencer's turn to laugh. He always will be a smart man. You can never get past him. He knows how a human mind works, like it's his own little playground. "
She replied.
"Uh-huuh." He nodded slowly, looking at the door behind her, which signified that he was thinking and putting pieces together.
"What kind of mission is it this time, Operative 215?"
"Please don't call me that. I'm no longer an operative and I'm not on a mission. Unless getting terminated is a synonym for mission in the dictionary, then you may put it that way."
"WHAT?! You're no longer an operative?" He yelled in disbelief.
"Shhhh! Keep your voice down, goodness!" She hissed loudly.
She heard him mumble a "sorry" as his feet shuffled against the floor.
"But why? What happened?"
"Long story." She hollered and walked around the small front area, not really wanting to explain.
"I like long stories. Besides I've got nothing better to do anyway."
"Fine, but I'll need that room, a glass of water and food in exchange first."
"You got yourself a deal young lady."
Pretty short, but ehhh. Builds suspense and makes meaning to a story...Like a bridge in a song. Rofl.
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